Cancer Sucks.
Chemo Sucks.
The End.
About the Author:
Abby is an almost 49 year old wanna be published author who is currently living the dream going through treatment for a second time breast cancer diagnoses.
She wrote this gripping short story at 3:54AM while listening to her husband snore and simultaneously kicking him in the shin. She has "literally" hit a wall going into her 8th week of chemo and is tired of all the side effects. At the forefront are: GI Issues, being tired ALL THE TIME and the obvious; no hair.
There are times she feels like she rocks her cute, blue bandana while browsing the aisles of Nordstrom Rack looking for pants because she is too fat to now fit into her old pants due to...you guessed it, chemo. (Easy to blame cancer). There are other times she can't decide if she looks like a Harley- Davidson girl or a woman who is ready to tackle her bathroom shower. Either way, she misses having hair.
She knows she should be feeling "lucky" and "blessed" because her prognosis is quite good but she cannot yet see the light. She is also contemplating never using the words "lucky" and "blessed" in a sentence ever again.
Abby is, however, feeling quite overwhelmed by the outpouring of love she is receiving from people in all aspects of her life and if she ever was to be published the dedication would simply be:
To my #villagepeople
Thank you
Love, #Cancergirl
Chemo Sucks.
The End.
About the Author:
Abby is an almost 49 year old wanna be published author who is currently living the dream going through treatment for a second time breast cancer diagnoses.
She wrote this gripping short story at 3:54AM while listening to her husband snore and simultaneously kicking him in the shin. She has "literally" hit a wall going into her 8th week of chemo and is tired of all the side effects. At the forefront are: GI Issues, being tired ALL THE TIME and the obvious; no hair.
There are times she feels like she rocks her cute, blue bandana while browsing the aisles of Nordstrom Rack looking for pants because she is too fat to now fit into her old pants due to...you guessed it, chemo. (Easy to blame cancer). There are other times she can't decide if she looks like a Harley- Davidson girl or a woman who is ready to tackle her bathroom shower. Either way, she misses having hair.
She knows she should be feeling "lucky" and "blessed" because her prognosis is quite good but she cannot yet see the light. She is also contemplating never using the words "lucky" and "blessed" in a sentence ever again.
Abby is, however, feeling quite overwhelmed by the outpouring of love she is receiving from people in all aspects of her life and if she ever was to be published the dedication would simply be:
To my #villagepeople
Thank you
Love, #Cancergirl
FYI, You do rock the blue bandanna
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